Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

My soul is being ripped to shreds, I feel like I am dying a most excruciating death. My vision blurs, my soul continues being stripped. There’s a sudden howl coming from somewhere, and then my world goes completely dark.

The sound seemed to emanate from the depths of their soul, carrying with it the echoes of past hurts and present struggles. As the scream reached its crescendo, it carried with it a sense of catharsis. It was a primal release, an exorcism of emotions that had festered for far too long. And with each subsequent wail, the burden grew lighter, as if the act of vocalizing their pain offered a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

the spirit through "Mechanical-Duress." Elen established the Soul-Refinery on the outer rings of the First-Engine. It was a terrifying structure of "Hyper-Compressors" and "Centrifugal-Sieves" designed to strip away the light from the Quintessence, leaving behind only the "Heavy-Residue" of struggle. This was the "Soul-Oil." To produce it, the Guild-Masters had to "D******d" their most difficult memories—the hunger of the North, the fear of the Void, the heat of the forge—into the refining chambers. The oil was literally "Pressed" from the history of the Union.

"Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!" Homer didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked. "Go ahead. Show me how powerful your Soul Crusher Edge really is." "You asked for it!" Sylas bellowed and hurled the Soul Crusher Edge forward. He had to destroy Homer's soul for disrupting his plan. Killing him would cost Sylas a bit of his own soul, but he had no alternatives. Once Homer was gone, he needed to escape quickly. Otherwise, the puppet would be trapped in this dimension.

Fear crept on his back, he shivered at the deafening silence. The surroundings were like an endless maze. He was lost once again. Alone. Lost. The mud and pitch-black liquid forced its way into his throat and throat, an evil laugh sounded in his ears as if happy to hurt him. ANYONE PLEASE! BROTHER! MOTHER! He could feel foreign hands tugging at his legs and arms, making him sink further and further away from the light. The tendrils caught his body, he succumbed deeper. He faded. Slowly but surely.

This… this was just a hollow, shivering shell. Deep down, I knew I hadn’t crushed her entire soul. She was simply too physically weak right now to bare her teeth at me and tell me to screw myself, consequences be damned. The little feisty soul was still trapped somewhere inside that boiling cage. I wanted to crush it with my own hands, yes, but I wanted it to fight back while I did it. To crave the destruction of her spirit while simultaneously loathing her docility—it was twisted. It was entirely hypocritical.

"Uncle Rexton, this is a Soulcrush Charm. Great Uncle Arnaud has clearly said that no one in the Ballard Estate is allowed to use spiritual charms of this level. If you disobey and you're exposed, then—" The Ballard apprentices on the ground were all terrified when they saw the blue paper charm. The Soulcrush Charm was a charm unique to the Ballards. As the level of cultivation between the makers of spiritual charms differed, their power also varied greatly. The Ballard apprentices had only been using a Dreamsoul Charm earlier. However, as their level of cultivation was too low, the power of the spiritual charms they formed was also very limited. However, the spiritual charm that Rexton was

It felt like barbed wire being yanked through my insides. And then, from what seemed like infinitely far away, along the ragged, tearing path of our connection, I heard it. Not with my ears, but deep in the fabric of my soul—a raw, agonized scream of pure mental torment, laced with a betrayal so deep it shattered everything. “SOPHIA!”

I yelled subconsciously and trying to break out from the trap I think I'm in. Someone was kneading my butt from behind and I tried to find Cole or is that everyone looks like Cole? I breath hard, gasp as a gripping sensation flushes inside me. Unfortunately, everything is blurry, I feel weaker, subconsciously and so scared that I froze. Please... someone help me, I don't know what's happening to me. I can't think, horror wears me off and my heart keeps hammering. Everyone looks like a joker, they're scary and why?

Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy. While switching the mood and topic she said, "I had no idea you can play this violin so perfectly and beautifully." "But it is worthless to play it, if it could not move ones heart" "how could you say this, Rakesh" ""When someone was more interested in smelling burning fish how can I say that one person was so deeply lost in my tune" Payal got numb after listening his claim, then she burst into laughs. "why made you laugh this way Payal"